Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-03-19

SlcFS, itoiicsuil ull lllTlOttSu- ti'iV oii
: deserter. With Christ for con-
mander in chief. and the oneSta!
red, blood striped bAnner Of man
ger and cross to lead tile way.
give the order that the general il
the war gave. when. ris .ng in hi
stirrnps, his hair hyingin the w-n1
he cried ont till AL the most no III
him, "Forwartl! the whale lme!o
There is III o something in snei
a scene to deeply impress one, he
cause it rellrarses a death scene
Now yon know there is something
very touching in such an incident
Though yon are in a hotel and il
is q stranger that is diving, how
softly vou move about the place
land if Yon come Mpsto5n is conchsi'
itIIsIlllge yelIed eIlsshe
Voice Fife s Us et,sSli5l
when the eyes OF tlllt str niger ire
closed it is with emotion. But I
am to tell yon this morning OF 81
death such as has never before OF
since occurred. When We die We
die for ourselves. and the crisis is
allevia ed by all bcncficent minis
tries. BathingS for the hands;
bathings for the head: batlings for
the feet; the light turned down. low
or set i'm inst the riwhC place: ali
the offices of affection lib mt III
when we come to lie. But not so
with Jesus. He diel not for Him
J self, but lie died in torment and he
died for others. lie might have
moved around in gardens mad, b.
His own hand, an earthly pofpn
tate amid vineyards and olye
groves slipping to the sea. Iasietn
Of being tossed in the fishing boat
on T,berius lie might have chosen
~ Sunslny. day and ~ pleasant
wave for the lake eros sing. In
stead of being followed by an IN
washed rabble He m ght have
charmed sanhcdrms AMI miversi
ties with His eloquenct. Instead
of cross and II bunch Of twisted
brambleS on His brow lie might
have died in the castle Of u Rom III
merchant, the air bland with lilies
and frankncensa. But. no; IL,
died in torture; the good for the
bad; the kind for the cruel; the wise
for the ignorant; the divine for the
human. Oh, how tentlecy we feel
towards anyone who has done Il
great kindness and perhaps at the
imperilling Of his own lie! How
we ought to feel towards Christ.
tie Captain of Salvation, OIL the
white horse, riding down our foes;
but in the moment He made the vic
toriouS charge the lances OF death
struck Him!
There was q very touching. as scge1ln !see
century. l. seemed that one OF
the chieft;ins had slain Il nm he
longing to an opposite tribe, and
that tribe came up and said: I'VE
will exterminate YOU unless You
surrender the man who committed
that crime The chief'taln who
did the crime stepped out from the
ranks and said: 81 am not afraid
to die, but have Il wife and four
children, and l. have a l'lther aged
apd Il mother ageil, whom [ sup
port by hunting, AMI | sorrow TO
leave them helpless" just as he
said that his old -f.lther from be
hind stepped out and said: "ue
shall not tile. take his place. /
am old and well stricken in years.
| can do no good. | might as we'll
die. My days are almost over. He
cannot he spared. Take me-"
And they accepted the sacnlice.-
Wonderful sacrifice! you say, but
not so W ouderiul as tha5 found in
the gospel, for we deserved to die,
aye,we were sentenced when Christ,
not worn out with years, but in the
flash OF His youths said: "Sayethat
man from going down TO the pit; |
am the ransom. Pint his burdens
on my shoulders. Let his stripes
fall on my back. Take my heart
f,r his heart. Let me die thar he
may lie. Shall it he told to day III
heaven that notwithstanding all
those wounds andailllla blood and
all those tears, and all that agony,
you would not accept Him?
WAS it forcrimes that 1 had dong,
lie giUa:etl upon the tree:
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree"
There is no woe amid The sur
roundngs oil that scene that I'M.
presses me more than that Of His
own mother. You need not point
her out to me. eau see Ivy The
sorrow, the anguish, the woe, by
the upthrown hands. Thatallmean
mother. oh" you say, "why didn't
she 80 down to The foot of the hill
and sit with her back to the scene?
1t was too horrible for heI TO look
'upon." Do you not know when Il
Child is in anguish OF trouble it al
ways makes d heroine of Il lnothcr9
Take her away, you say, from the
cross. You cannot dag her away.
She will keep on looking; as long
us her son breatlleS she will stand
there looking. oh What scene it
WAS for tender. hearted mother TO
look upon! How gladly she would
have sprung to his relief. 1t WAS
her son. Her son! How gladly
she would have clamberetl up OH
the cross and hung there herself il